| |  Karme Curu
Name: Karme Curu
Age: 132
Class: Ranger
Race: Wild Elf
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: Xeen
***Edits***
Edited Out Assassin, I didn't mean to make it seem as if I wanted that approved right now, it was something I was thinking about for later on in his life. Also, I was told the Chaotic Neutral was a restricted Alignment? In any case I have no problem with that, but need a follow up on which alignment would portray someone leaning toward evil without breaking restrictions on the server.
***Warning: Long Story Ahead***
I felt I could not keep it short, and still come to play a Wild Elf, Ranger, following Xeen. So in detail I have given much time in thinking this out and believe I bring it across. Sorry if it's a waste of anyone's time after this is all read.
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Background: Karme is a bit of a Unique case when it comes to upbringings. Being born a Wild Elf
most would think him of knowing Kithairien as his symbol. But this Wild Elf was a bit more
stubborn, and the leader of his tribe knew such.
Though his time in knowing Kithairien was brief, he knows the beliefs and Ideals, he is "The
One" as proclaimed by his tribal leader, and parents, if you can say he has "Parents."
It was more of a coupling, brought on by the typical lust of one another in a semi-barbarianic
tribe. What was love between the two of them? What two? She was with many in the tribe, he
was constantly poked fun of for having more than one brother, or father, if that makes sense.
As the leader watched over the many under him, he took special note of Karme to be the one on
the other end of trickery. Karme was very young at this time, and it was no matter to the
tribal king wanting Karme to try to get away until he was older, atleast a year or so, but not
much. The leader felt Karme just needed time away, but not just two or three months but
atleast ten months to a year away so that possibly he would be forgotten, or made a new out in
the wilderness.
It was like the Wild Elves to be curious of what's beyond their own tribe, and Karme was no
exception, always traveling ten to fifteen miles a day, but not away from his home, but circling
it instead. Though he was curious to see what was beyond, he never seemed to wander too far.
Again, under the eyes of a leader, and constantly two or three others that would watch him, it
was not as if he was completely non-existent, but instead, just viewed as any other with slight
problems within their tribe.
The Leader propositioned Karme with something he knew would intrigue him. He wanted to
send Karme to a cave that many had wandered in and out of, it seemed no trouble at all to
Karme to go to this cave, but the leader wanted him to fetch a Gem from inside the cave wall,
once again, not hard, just something that would take some time. Karme was not as strong as
some of the elders in his tribe, and knowing so, he packed lighter, only carrying bare minimum
what he needed. Soon he was off to the cave, with a pick in hand to pull a pretty common Gem.
The only thing he lacked was intelligence enough to actually find the cave he had heard of so
well, many had gone there, but Karme was soon lost after four hours sun-up and quick pace. It
was only a matter of time before some creature of the wilds snatched him, devouring what
they could of this one and spat him to the ground for Tribal Scouts to find.
It was not this fate that met him as he started to think, he armed himself with the pick,
knowing he didn't stand much a chance unarmed, and continued his way through the thick
forests, noticing he already could not see the mountains of where his home was laid to the base
of.
He continued, until noticing something in the trees, only having looked up to see the time of
day that was forecast by the sun through the thick leaves. The trees oddly swayed, something
he hadn't noticed, the sun was cast directly above him and he apparently had shifted
directions. It wasn't long before he started noticing movement in the trees, shadows concealed
by the tree's leaves seemed to streak, but not so noticeably as a monkey from one tree to the
next, but he knew what he was seeing.
With his change of direction, he had travelled into another area of elves. He assumed no other
than wood elves, as they constantly tried to move away from them, but always found their eyes
upon them from afar, as if keeping tabs on his tribe should they act in any hostile form. He
sighed a bit and looked back down to his path, knowing they would probably make things
uneasy for him.
Within moments whistles and elvish warcries softly carried through the trees, and Karme
stopped. He knew he was getting close to their home, and they were sending him warning.
Without further notice he was approached seemingly from everywhere. Wolves, the groves
guardians approached, two to each side of the figure that walked toward him. The mass of the
figure, clothed in light armor, seemingly had some of his mass vanish to the winds sway with
the surroundings.
The hooded figure reached out to the Wild Elf, his touch grazing past the Wild Elf's ear moving
his hair back. Upon the back of the Wood Elf in front of Karme, a bow came into view, very
intricate, very well designed. It would be shown that this person in front of him was either the
head scout, or someone close to that role.
The wood elf summoned Karme to join them, but not to their establishment where he walked,
but to another side of the forest where he thought he would be released, but upon arriving to a
small clearing, where a small pond seemed everlasting, he was told he would never see his
home again, and that he had come to close before their rangers stopped them.
Karme struggled with words to find to tell them he was lost, but there was nothing more to be
said, they bound his wrists and blinded his eyes, leading him back into the forest. He knew this
because he fell many times over broken limbs in his foots path.
Weeks passed with a light fold over his eyes, allowing some light, but not much to be passed
through so he wasn't completely blinded from seeing no sun. It wasn't a form of punishment
they kept telling him, but he couldn't help but think how they would feel if his tribe did the
same.
They tried to train him, atleast to be more knowledgable of his surroundings, often pushing
him, telling him to keep his feet high. Hitting him repetitively with a stick in the same area so
that he would stop them from doing so with a fold over his eyes. It wasn't until he started
showing improvement that he started to enjoy them, he thought it more a game with them.
Only a few weeks after, did they tell him they wanted to remove his fold, and led him farther into the forest than he had been, and he knew this, for his senses of his surroundings did indeed improve. "Where do you lead me?" he spoke in his native tongue, but was not answered.
Only a short time passed before the folds were completely removed, and he took in his surroundings. The same everlasting pond was in front of him. "Why are we here?" he asked, again getting no response for some time, never even seeing the faces of the ones he had been around close to three months now.
A voice soon spoke, "You have the understanding of what it takes to become a ranger in our midst, other kin (meaning elves) will recognize this." and with that they set off, he was left to fend for himself with what they had taught him. Aside from the constant training they had him in, a scholar of sorts would read to him, about hunting and survival. Atleast, he thought they read, it was probably memorized and recited just the same. He retained a majority of it as well, but not to the extent they knew it.
He had nothing left to do but to follow the trail he thought quickest back to his tribe, he followed it quickly, finding fruits and berries on his way to have for quick snacks as he continued his path. Filling his canteen at the pond they left him at, he knew when he began to run out of water that he should be very close to his old home.
Sure enough he came upon the mountain tops, seeing them through the tree leaves. He rushed quicker, eager to see everyone as he had a more toned build now, he wasn't just scrawny, but he was faster than most as well. He came into the clearing which used to house his tribe. His knees gave way a bit as he fell to them, he felt empty.
There were very few items left by his tribe, if any at all, and they would only travel deeper into the forests from here he was told by others. Feeling lost a bit, but knowing when time was due he could track them at a later time, having already seen some insight into the direction they went. He decided to rest.
He awoke a few hours later to rainfall in the forests. This being the time he decided to fill his canteen and begin to follow his tribe. He was quite unhappy they would leave him, but knew how his tribe was. He followed signs: Snapped Twigs, Chipped bark on trees, and eaten fruits and other foods.
It would seem they left weeks ago, if not a full months time. The trees were healing, and the fruits were slowly sprouting. He realized he probably would not catch up to them, for it would be a constant chase, and with Karme coming to a town sooner than he expected, he knew the trail would not be easily followed, and it was this town that he would grow into.
The town itself took kindly to him, being a mostly human establishment with few dwarves and hin about. He couldn't help but think it would only cause trouble for him to be there, but he stayed, his eyes catching to a single elf, female as well. He took kind to her, sharing many fine nights with her and the wine in the tavern after it was built, for this was a new town, it seemed these people had gathered not long ago to build a small shelter, hoping more like Karme would come through and live. But Karme was turned off by this somewhat, he did not know their background or who they were, and mistrusted most of them, all but the lady elf.
He lusted for her it came to be, not really ever feeling that he deeply cared for her, thinking her just another elf of the many he could go and find.
Many months came and went, spending most of the time in the surrounding forests, always to come back to this small village it was turning up to be.
One night he brought her to the forest, where he often spent time, and brought her alone, out of the sight of any in town. It was already thought by the townsfolk that they were a couple, and between the two, they would not tell them otherwise. It was ultimately this day that lust drove Karme to be with the elven lass intimately, and that same night the elven woman proposing to Karme.
He did not know what to think, he did not share the same feelings, but thought that is probably how it came to be, but thought he would do the asking when he felt ready. "Yes, yes, why not? I see no harm in it" he said, but sounding almost unenthused. She caught wind of this, but was already consumed in him.
They planned the marriage not even two weeks away, and all were informed to attend, of course it was a small community. The local priest there was to wed them until two nights before. Karme got the urge to stalk into the priests chambers, and unwilling to just say he did not wish to marry the elf, he chose to kill the priest that was to wed them. Swift strokes from small daggers cut into the priest, and not even a cry could be called.
The next morning many came to the priests chambers, finding them empty but blood covering the bed, and trailed through out the room in large quantities before sliding out of the doorway, through the small chaple, out of the chapel and into the wilderness. The very spot he had made love to his elven bride to be, was where they found the priest, but there was no sign of Karme.
The reason there was no sign, was because he was high above them all in the trees, consealed by the thick forested leaves. He watched as he saw the elven lass crying, and truly felt no pain for her, the others taking the body back to be cleaned up and given proper burial in what would be the start of a small cemetary.
Karme would often come and place a petal of a flower upon the grave they built, for all to see and watch it wither over the course of the day. He thought it fun to watch others in emotional pain, he liked the thought he put them in fear for their lives knowing he was just outside their village. He often snuck into the tavern to steal some wine, where old bottles would be left on the shelf where he found them. They didn't have merchants come through regularly, and it was always the barkeeps job to travel about at the end of the month to come back with restocked ale and wines. But, Karme knew he would say something to anyone outside the town about his actions against the priest, so when the barkeep went to leave for that trip, he too did not show for many weeks. Then, over night, a grave was found with many petals covering it, a small sign that Karme was there.
Not even a week passed when the town started becoming deserted, but it was not because of people physically leaving, beacause technically they were all still in town, when Karme became over run with guilt for what he had done, he became quite emotional over the last month's actions and felt he could no longer live with knowing what he had done.
He contemplated taking his own life, but he liked his life, he was content with it as a whole, he just did not like the recent events he went through. He waited for nightfall, thinking of his course of action, there only being three families left within this meager start of a town.
Storm clouds rolled in for what would be a night, never foreseen. In one month Karme had killed a priest, a barkeep, and anyone wishing to take their place, which amounted for three fourths of the town. Still peasants lived in the town, including his former fiance, which he seemed to pay no mind to. It seemed they wanted to test Karme, by not leaving and also by showing they were not afraid of him, which fueled him more to continue with his actiosn. He snuck into the taverns reserves, pulling out what alcohol he could find and going back outside.
It began to rain a bit, growing into thick sheets that could be barely seen through, and then would ultimately lighten once more, continuing to do this constantly throughout the night.
He uncorked the alcohol, dousing where he could without completely wasting anything, immediately setting each house on fire in hopes the rain would not dilute the alcohol. The rain seemed to favor him, lightening up a bit as the houses began to blaze, the families inside the houses wanting to get out, but Karme had already planned for that as well, pulling a wagon infront of the one house with no back entrance, clasping small locks from the taverns reserves upon the other two houses, and when he ran out of locks for the last door, he simply set it on fire first.
He waited outside the houses as the rain started to pick up again, covering his ears so not to hear the shrills and cries from within the houses that called out to him to save them. His eyes watched intently through the rain to see if any would try to escape, but it would seem his locks and barricades worked for the better in his plan, keeping them within as he watched the houses collapse on themselves.
He watched off in the distance as lightning struck in the distance followed by the bellows of thunder soon after. This storm was caused by himself he had thought, it was the Gods that made him aware of his actions, all too late, but instead of feeling regret for what he had done, he smirked to the Gods face in the sky, knowing now that there was not another soul surviving the small village and he would soon return to his "Normal Life."
It wasn't soon after this he came into larger cities, never being taught to flee or not be seen within cities, he did not care one way or another. He was a bit darker than the average male walking the streets, and his eyes danced upon the fine women and elves he came to see, taking them out one at a time, having his way only to leave them that same night. The ones he could not get so easily, he brought gifts. Gifts pertaining to fine wines, exotic and potent. The kind of wines that would make a woman sit up with a man all night should he wish it, until she could no longer from passing out.
He did this for some time, many of his mistresses nicknaming him the Master of Xeen, knowing and seeing his antics of going to a tavern, and brewing up some wines he liked, using them upon women, and then using the women. But having this title interested him, he did not know Xeen on a level that he felt comfortable being nicknamed her master, so he began to study her a bit. His connection soon became clear, and he thought if he were to be called such and act such ways, that it would be Xeen he bowed to later in life in hopes she would reward him for following so well.
When Karme needed a break, he went toward the forests, secluding himself there for days, killing small goblins and ideal creatures to preserve the lands he knew to respect. If wood elves would show him kindly how to survive by using the forest, then he would not wish to see them harmed in any way, especially knowing his Tribe would look down upon him, and the God they worshipped. He gave a great deal of respect to his beliefs in Xeen, and though he did not follow Kithairien, he felt Kithairien might understand that he was left first, before he chose not to follow him.
At Present, Karme still continues his antics, only taking fewer women than before, but still getting his fill. He keeps them in low numbers and always picks the ones that are clearly of no status, and then moves on quickly back through the forests, so that his nicknames shall be forgotten, and any ties be unheard.
This is who Karme strives to be now. |
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